The Sky, EXPOSED! (Or: Rose Colored Glasses—-A Giddy Rant About My New Sunglasses!)
posted by June 27 at 15:21 PM
onThese are my new sunglasses. Do you love them? God damn it, I do. And how! They are my very first pair of real sunglasses, you must understand, and I understand how retarded that sounds, but, fuck you. I never got in the habit of wearing sunglasses, for reasons far beyond the grasp of common man. Okay, it’s because I’m too damn gay to wear sunglasses. I’m so damn gay that little things, like wearing sunglasses, push me right over the big gay edge. For me, wearing sunglasses is much like throwing a Molotov cocktail at a man on fire. It can take me from simply “gay” to Richard Simmons with a pussy gay….to Ryan Fucking Seacrest gay. (Shudder.) I might as well wear hoop earrings. Or a hoopskirt. Or hoop earrings wearing little hoopskirts—and then prance around with sperm dripping down my chin and Mark Finley riding piggyback on my shoulders. And that’s gay, child. Damn gay.
And all of this is quite tragic, because my life has been a life lived looking…down. My skin is whiter than God’s dentist’s apron, you see, and scientific studies have proved that my eyes are twice as sensitive as a drunken spinster on the rag. I squint and squint and squint, and in all of my wide and dusty travels (the Great Capitols! Far-flung and mysterious places!), all I mostly remember is one big gray sidewalk. Paris? I remember the sidewalk. Rome? The sidewalk. Amsterdam? Hookers, brownies, and the sidewalk. The sun just hates me too much. My fair little eyes can’t endure its merciless burn.
But now. Now! Oh, how things have changed!
Now I have these wonderful new sunglasses. I finally just broke down, gave up, gave in, and bought a pair—-“too gay” be damned!—-and what a miracle they turned out to be! I never take them off. Outside, inside, day, night, reading in the tub, boiling an artichoke, whatever. I even wear them to dark nightclubs and look like a totally pretentious cocksucking dickweed, but fuck you again. Maybe I want people to think I do more drugs than I do. (My eyes are suspiciously unclouded—it makes the hipsters nervous.) But I’m not here to justify anything. I’m here to talk about the clouds.
Why didn’t anybody tell me?
These wonderful sunglasses (bless them!) have opened up glorious new vistas for poor, watery-eyed little me—-they have introduced me to the sky, for one thing, and all sorts of really astonishing things I was never able to pay attention to before. Crazy shit is going on up there! What an astonishing thing it is to watch the relentless roil and boil of restless clouds, and how thrilling it is to watch a common airplane roar, chewing up the sky! And birds! They’re really up there, too! Swooping all over the damn place—-all kinds of them! Remarkable. I’m like a ten year old boy…amazed at common things, always looking up. It’s a whole new world.
Plus, sunglasses are secretly beer goggles. They bathe all of the world in bar lighting! Ergo, I want to make out with everyone. Everyone is at least ten percent hotter, and nobody has zits. And, ironically, I think I might even be a little…well…less gay when I wear the sunglasses, as they’ve allowed my gaze to drift high enough to really consider boobies for the first time. Interesting things, aren’t they? Boobies?
Oh, wonderful sunglasses! How I love them! Is there anything they can’t do?! I regret every moment that I was estranged from them. I’ll never take them off again.
Ever.
Comments
Dear Adrian,
I was having a crappy day. Until I read this post.
You can stare at my boobies any day.
Love,
Kate
Wow - the SLOG has really lost focus.
Any chance you can Gay this thing down a bit. This is all starting to get a bit tedious and un-fun.
I'm Audi.
oh adrian, i too remember the beautiful sidewalks of paris. but i already have to wear glasses and i can't wear contacts and so i'd have to walk around with TWO pair of glasses, waxing on and off all the time and i'm already a big gay dyke geek from hell.
why did you have to write this and make it all seem worthwhile?
this little post of yours is going to end up costing me a $1,000 (i'm really fucking blind).
damn you, damn you to hell you funny, funny little man.
There are waaaaaay more straights on staff than gays. If Slog is too gay, don't slam the gays for, as the kids say, "bringing it." Blame the straights for slacking. As the kids say. Or said. Whatever.
Ahh HAH, so that's why you were going on and on about a woodpecker on the sidewalk. Now, whilst looking up, the joys of birds sitting in trees is yours. Enjoy!!
if you think sunglasses make you happy, you should try Laser Eye Surgery. going from 6 diopters of myopia since 2nd grade to 20/15 in 40 minutes is mind-bending.
vision is nice!
I'm with you! I think boobies are awesome. But I'm straight, so I'm not supposed to say things like that. It's apparently skeevy.
whoops!
Whatever. This is so last century.
Dude, why do you think I started wearing the cowboy hat? Now who's gay?
Good, now I can stop saying, "Adrian, my eyes are up HERE!"
@ 3:
Two words: clip ons. Most prescription frames can be fitted with matching clip on sunglasses, so you don't look like some tourist from Topeka with those awful store-bought flip up things.
And Adrian:
Can you teach Charles how to write like this?
Please?
You must be really high to write this much about your sunglasses!
Man, this brightened my evening.
This post was the funniest goddamned thing I've read in a long time.
I know your pain. Being of Scotch/Irish ancestry, I don't tan--I freckle and burn. And my eyes are practically allergic to daylight.
So I've been wearing prescription sunglasses any time I leave the house for well over a decade now.
Yes, they truly rose-tint the world. When I'm in the country, the entire landscape is prettier, far more richly and subtly colored with the sunglasses than without. As dusk approaches, the sunsets are far more vived.
An added bonus is the ability to check out straight guys, letting your gaze linger as long as you like without them realizing it, because nobody can see your eyes.
You should really steam your artichokes, not boil them. Put a bay leaf in the water, too.
Used to wear a pair of rose-tinted glasses when I had contacts.
Now clip-on sunglasses are the way to go for me. The flip-up kind.
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